Last night Jim went with George to a baseball game in Reno. While he was gone I went to Walmart to pick up something for my crocheting projects. On the spur of the moment I decided to get my hair cut at the Walmart beauty salon. It's getting too long on top and it's really hot. I love my summer cuts.
I told the gal I wanted it cut to about two inches in length. She sat me down facing the room, not the mirror. I usually get a clipper cut rather than scissors for my summer cut. She gets the clipper ready, I'm not thinking anything more about it and she takes less then five minutes to do my head, then turns me around to this:
I let out a scream, which isn't something I normally would do, and kept telling the lady I wanted it cut to two inches. She showed me the clipper and the guard had the number two on it. Now I'm not a beautician, but even I know those numbers on the clipper guards do not represent inches. A number two clipper guard cuts down to less than 1/2 inch. I guess she wasn't used to doing clipper cuts. She was very apologetic and only charged me half the price. I was so worried about what Jim would think, but he doesn't mind it at all, so no divorce is in our future. :) Besides, it will grow back, and it's a lot cooler. Plus I don't have to fight with my two cow licks in the mornings. In fact, I can put away my comb for quite a while. Lesson learned... be sure to clearly explain what you want before getting your hair cut!
Jim sent me this "selfie" he took with George at the game.
He took this pic of downtown Reno after the game. Everything is so colorfully lit up after dark.
Today we went over to George and Linda's for a visit, but otherwise didn't do much of anything.
See you tomorrow.